Suddenly, Wei Wu floated down quietly like a wisp of shadow, and knocked Zhao Yue on the back of the neck. Before Zhao Yue could finish speaking, he fell softly to the ground.
Wei Wu silently carried him, wailing in his heart. There was a firewood shed with drafts from all sides. The palace of Prince Qin was gorgeous and grand. The huts were all covered with carpets. Where could he find a firewood shed with drafts from all sides? Prince Zhao.
Idiots can really cause trouble!
[The lady is coming]
When the first glow of morning glow appeared from the horizon, the palace of Prince Qin became lively.
The gongs and drums are noisy, and there are bursts of joy.
The marriage of Princess Zhezhe of Nanyue was a decree granted by the Holy Emperor, and His Highness the King of Jin ordered it to be carried out with great care. No one dared to neglect it.
Even the stables in the backyard of the palace were covered with bright red gauze, and the tall horses were all dressed in red and colorful, and they "neighed" twice from time to time, as if to add some luster to the already lively happy event.
What a lottery.
However, not everyone is happy and smiling on the big day. There are always one or two people who are not very sensible, such as Zhao Yue, the prince of Jingyuan Hou who was tied up in the stable.
"Help, help!" Zhao Yue drowsily listened to the shouting of a banquet in the front yard, and finally woke up from his semi-drowsiness. He had been frightened on the top of the tree last night, and had convulsions on three sides.
After being tied up in the stable all night, my body felt a little weak, and even my voice calling for help had lost its breath and was submerged in the "neighing" snort of the horse.
"What are your orders from the Crown Prince?" Wei Wu, who was leaning against the pillar to relax, heard that Zhao Yue had woken up. He quickly stood up and bowed his hands respectfully.
The master asked him to find a woodshed with drafts from all sides to accommodate Prince Zhao. However, after searching all over the Prince of Qin’s Mansion, only this stable could barely be regarded as having drafts from three sides. Alas, I hope the master would not blame himself for being a double-hearted person!
"Let...let me go." Zhao Yue moved his lips, his voice as weak as a mosquito's cry.
Wei Wu thought about it. His master told him yesterday not to let Prince Zhao interfere with the wedding. Now that the couple has finished their wedding, the bridal chamber has been entered, and the banquet has been held, it seems that Prince Zhao will not be able to make any big splash.
.
Besides, Prince Zhao is a bit stupid, but he is also a senior brother who is too fat to wear a pair of pants with his master. If he dies of hunger or stinks in this stable, he is afraid that he will be buried with him.
Alas, it is not easy to be a secret security committee member. Not only do you have to be good at martial arts, but you also need to have political consciousness!
"Yes." Therefore, Wei Wu cursed while respectfully stepping forward to help Zhao Yue untie the rope.
However, the Fifth Committee of the Guard really underestimated Zhao Yue's ability to cause trouble. If he knew that his merciless master almost lost his life, he should have pressed Zhao Yue into horse manure and suffocated to death.
"Wei Ji is here, go and get some good food and rice for me. I'll eat well so that I can do business." Zhao Yue rubbed his waist that was stiff like a wooden stick and ordered weakly.
Business? Climbing a tree again? As a qualified secret guard, Wei Wu nodded silently, put his feet down, and flew to the kitchen.
With a plate of braised pork, two braised elbows, half a fat chicken, three bowls of rice, and a bowl of sweet rice wine, Zhao Yue smacked his lips and burped comfortably.
"Wei Ji is here, let me borrow your sword for a moment." Zhao Yue pulled on his colorful sleeves and wiped the glossy mouth. "Xiao Bai, you..."
Suddenly, Wei Wu floated down quietly like a wisp of shadow, and knocked Zhao Yue on the back of the neck. Before Zhao Yue could finish speaking, he fell softly to the ground.
Wei Wu silently carried him, wailing in his heart. There was a firewood shed with drafts from all sides. The palace of Prince Qin was gorgeous and grand. The huts were all covered with carpets. Where could he find a firewood shed with drafts from all sides? Prince Zhao.
Idiots can really cause trouble!
[The lady is coming]
When the first glow of morning glow appeared from the horizon, the palace of Prince Qin became lively.
The gongs and drums are noisy, and there are bursts of joy.
The marriage of Princess Zhezhe of Nanyue was a decree granted by the Holy Emperor, and His Highness the King of Jin ordered it to be carried out with great care. No one dared to neglect it.
Even the stables in the backyard of the palace were covered with bright red gauze, and the tall horses were all dressed in red and colorful, and they "neighed" twice from time to time, as if to add some luster to the already lively happy event.
What a lottery.
However, not everyone is happy and smiling on the big day. There are always one or two people who are not very sensible, such as Zhao Yue, the prince of Jingyuan Hou who was tied up in the stable.
"Help, help!" Zhao Yue drowsily listened to the shouting of a banquet in the front yard, and finally woke up from his semi-drowsiness. He had been frightened on the top of the tree last night, and had convulsions on three sides.
After being tied up in the stable all night, my body felt a little weak, and even my voice calling for help had lost its breath and was submerged in the "neighing" snort of the horse.
"What are your orders from the Crown Prince?" Wei Wu, who was leaning against the pillar to relax, heard that Zhao Yue had woken up. He quickly stood up and bowed his hands respectfully.
The master asked him to find a woodshed with drafts from all sides to accommodate Prince Zhao. However, after searching all over the Prince of Qin’s Mansion, only this stable could barely be regarded as having drafts from three sides. Alas, I hope the master would not blame himself for being a double-hearted person!
"Let...let me go." Zhao Yue moved his lips, his voice as weak as a mosquito's cry.
Wei Wu thought about it. His master told him yesterday not to let Prince Zhao interfere with the wedding. Now that the couple has finished their wedding, the bridal chamber has been entered, and the banquet has been held, it seems that Prince Zhao will not be able to make any big splash.
.
Besides, Prince Zhao is a bit stupid, but he is also a senior brother who is too fat to wear a pair of pants with his master. If he dies of hunger or stinks in this stable, he is afraid that he will be buried with him.
Alas, it is not easy to be a secret security committee member. Not only do you have to be good at martial arts, but you also need to have political consciousness!
"Yes." Therefore, Wei Wu cursed while respectfully stepping forward to help Zhao Yue untie the rope.
However, the Fifth Committee of the Guard really underestimated Zhao Yue's ability to cause trouble. If he knew that his merciless master almost lost his life, he should have pressed Zhao Yue into horse manure and suffocated to death.
"Wei Ji is here, go and get some good food and rice for me. I'll eat well so that I can do business." Zhao Yue rubbed his waist that was stiff like a wooden stick and ordered weakly.
Business? Climbing a tree again? As a qualified secret guard, Wei Wu nodded silently, put his feet down, and flew to the kitchen.
With a plate of braised pork, two braised elbows, half a fat chicken, three bowls of rice, and a bowl of sweet rice wine, Zhao Yue smacked his lips and burped comfortably.
"Here comes Wei Ji. Let me borrow your sword for a moment." Zhao Yue pulled on his colorful sleeves and wiped the gloss from his mouth.
